Survivor? (Poem)

Polite conversation turns deadly.

One words causes an avalanche of memories long hidden

Party at an uncle's 

uncle says to get more soda from the back 

back bedroom is where older cousin hides behind 

                  behind closed doors, he pins you down 

                       down until you spiral into pain, shame and disgust while he takes

     takes what he wants, gives nothing but loss. 

Can't move

Can't breathe

Can't fight

Can't stay

Fly away

Disengage

Destroyed

Deserted

Confiding to adults yield bitter fruits:

"This didn't happen"

"We will never speak of this again."

Silence is golden...unless the gold wears away. 

 

  

 

Written on 10.9.19